Shawn McAllister

Spring - Poem by Shawn McAllister

Spring is the birth of every year, playingenthusiastically with nature, newbornthrills of life’s abundance, anticipatingmore to come, to share

I met my lover in the springIn the spring our child was born

Bird songs telling me the time of year, sayingnow is when Shakespeare’s sonnets blendwith Eliot’s mind and Tolkien’s fantasies, mixedwith peaceful greenery, allowingmemory to open and run freeThis year is bornSpring is here

The Mountain Laurel spreads its corolla, embracingthe warm affections of the sun, tulipssmile at passersby and giggle atthe children’s playful laughterReclining by a Sugar Maple I watchimages run wildly through the skyOne just passed before me, playingleapfrog with the clouds, paintingportraits in its trail, brushingstrokes of Jessamine and Apple Blossoms, picturingflourishing fields of goldenrodwhere cardinals spread their wings to flyMay Day portraits of a child, happybranches of a love that sings, springtimeinnocence giving laughter to the world

I walk cindertracks of amorous strolls, absorbingsounds of glee around me rollingpassed the treetops of Sheep’s Meadowlike Tchaikovsky overtures, tappingheartbeats in the distance, godly rollicksin the heavens, gently singingmusic of the universe to meThe voice of nature is alive, supposedlyto tell me it has come to staySpringtime is forever

I kissed her in SpringtimeIn Spring I was conceived

Day by day the sun climbs higher in the sky, feedingsunshine to tender living cycles, soothingevery leaf and feather in its way, subtly remindingSpring never fades away, growingrather quietly instead to Summer